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  <title>Caution: Hot</title>
  <subtitle>This is where I write things and you pretend to like me</subtitle>
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    <name>kyleseyz</name>
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  <updated>2005-06-17T20:14:17Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:8782</id>
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    <title>noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T20:14:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T20:14:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>anything by the postal service...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:8462</id>
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    <title>bored</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T05:21:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T05:21:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AethisElf: cause this homework sucked&lt;br /&gt;AethisElf: like elliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy elliots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not studying for my math midterm...  Or at least not yet.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:8293</id>
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    <title>kyleseyz @ 2005-03-10T11:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-10T19:15:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-10T19:15:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">posting for no reason posting for no reason!!!!!  Hey Art and Laurel and Craig and Craig and everyone else who sees this, now you can be my friends!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:8106</id>
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    <title>lots of stuff</title>
    <published>2004-09-05T19:47:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-05T19:47:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Depeche Mode - Enjoy the silence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So on Friday night...  I went down to the U district to get my vid cam from a buddy who was on a BMW drive with me (I left the cam in his trunk).  Anyways, I got the camera and cables, and he's like "oh come watch the video for the drive, it'll only take a sec!"  So I drive into the teeny alley behind his house, and start to back in park between his M3 and a Toyota Tercel.  I mean this is a tight ass space, so I am taking my time being all careful in the DARK AS NIGHT alley.  I avoid the jeep parked illegally on the other side by inches and crank to the right to slide into the space, and all of a sudden KLANG and the whole car rocks.  I look at my friend and his eyes are wide as a Dinan throttle body, and I'm sure mine are worse.  I jump out, and my front fender has SMASHED INTO A TELEPHONE POLE!!!!!!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  I just looked at the crushed fender in disbelief, there werent' reflectors on the pole or anything... oh well, now I have to get another fender cause this one is beyond toasted... but I think that I'm just going to wait it out cause I'm not going to be driving it at all when I'm in school, so maybe when i get enough money i will just buy a whole new STi front clip, and swap engines!  Then again, i have no idea when I will have that kind of money and I need to focus on school and not work for awhile, but I could go buy wheels and coilovers and a ton of cool parts and make a badass car... damn I wanna do that...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:7713</id>
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    <title>fuck you microsoft</title>
    <published>2004-09-03T18:02:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-03T18:02:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When someone posts a comment in here, it sends an email to my hotmail account.  When I open my hotmail account in MSN messenger, it uses Internet Explorer to go to the site.  Apparently Bill Gates doesn't care that I set my default browser to Mozilla Firefox...  So for some reason, IE grants tons of spyware the permission to open themselves up and run through my computer to fuck me up... congrats MS, you ruin my life.  (I'd also like to add that on my powerbook I have had no popups ever.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:7599</id>
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    <title>AH!  I'm back!</title>
    <published>2004-09-03T17:10:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-03T17:10:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Holy crap I'm still alive!  I didn't believe it either.  I decided to start posting in here again, cause well hell I'm bored to death.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:7364</id>
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    <title>telepathy</title>
    <published>2004-04-21T03:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-21T03:07:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Phil collins - Easy lover</lj:music>
    <content type="html">weirdly enough Tim and I have telepathic powers.  SO we're sitting in bio today and we're talking about Hal Sparks, who is a freaking awesome guy, and how he , then we both at the same time blurted out the entire scene where Sparks "rises up" in the shower as his sister and mom would watch, then "wait, oh don't put that on TV you guys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we were talking after school today, and I will provide snippets of the conversation that were hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patriot act...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Seyz: boifbjfgldfgghtich&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: ahaweurawekfljsda;fjea;ejfaoiefdsvmnc,.nvnljdasjfljaweoiruoeifjsdaklfawepruqqwoiurpwerdfkjas;klfasdlfjawoeirsjdfkdnfvmxc,&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Seyz: we are wasting the internet.&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: more importantly.... who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Seyz: bomb president white house&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: lol&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Seyz: now a computer built into a colorado mountainside being watched by like 200 feds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim discovers he needs a livejournal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Seyz: this is what a livejournal is for&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Seyz: yelling at things online&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: shit... I have lots of things to yell about&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: I could have separate journals... mad at republicans&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: mad at school&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: mad at blake&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: mad a kristen&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: mad at kirsten 2&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: mad at kristen 3&lt;br /&gt;DSMturboenvy: mad at kristen: the revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahahahaha</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:7074</id>
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    <title>damn rain</title>
    <published>2004-04-19T02:44:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-19T02:44:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Darkness-I believe in a thing called love</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I was going to go learn a skate trick... but nooooOoOoOoo it decided to start pouring outside... oh well.  I want to learn a new trick, I'll list all the tricks I can already do here and anyone with new tricks to add please do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ollie&lt;br /&gt;nollie&lt;br /&gt;shuvit&lt;br /&gt;360 shuvit&lt;br /&gt;f/s shuvit&lt;br /&gt;kickflip&lt;br /&gt;double kickflip&lt;br /&gt;varial kickflip&lt;br /&gt;b/s kickflip&lt;br /&gt;f/s kickflip&lt;br /&gt;hardflip&lt;br /&gt;360 flip&lt;br /&gt;heelflip&lt;br /&gt;b/s heelflip&lt;br /&gt;f/s heelflip&lt;br /&gt;inward heel&lt;br /&gt;varial heel&lt;br /&gt;180's both ways&lt;br /&gt;360's both ways&lt;br /&gt;backside 360 with a kickflip&lt;br /&gt;impossibles (sometimes ollie impossibles)&lt;br /&gt;casper&lt;br /&gt;rail&lt;br /&gt;primo, most of the old skool trix&lt;br /&gt;switch flips&lt;br /&gt;switch backside flips&lt;br /&gt;nollie 360 flips&lt;br /&gt;nollie shuvits&lt;br /&gt;nollie 180&lt;br /&gt;manuals in and out of shuvits...&lt;br /&gt;all of the spin moves I can do cab too...&lt;br /&gt;casper flips&lt;br /&gt;b/s 180 casper flips&lt;br /&gt;big spins&lt;br /&gt;f/s big spin&lt;br /&gt;really big spin (540)&lt;br /&gt;bigspin flips&lt;br /&gt;boneless to whatever&lt;br /&gt;probably more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricks I don't wanna learn:&lt;br /&gt;front foot impossibles... jeezus those just look too damn hard&lt;br /&gt;grinds, cause I don't have a good place nearby, andI haven't ground (grinded??) in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;and that's it... bring on the suggestions</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:6742</id>
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    <title>holla holla ho and a holla holla hey</title>
    <published>2004-04-18T16:34:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-18T16:34:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Slade- Run, Runaway</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;holy crap.... my mom is printing an all black page.. caramba. So today's the end of spring break, but the beginning of the end of school for us seniors, I just wish it could be over soon. I had the weirdest dream last night... this guy was outside in the roundabout, and he had a blue ridge pearl Impreza 2.5RS like mine, but it had some stuff done to it, like a glass sunroof conversion, and a 98 spec rear bumper, which looked kinda crappy, and a version 6 wing, and like a TV, but like 200 people were crowding around it. It was cool and okay, and I even liked it, but for some reason something came over me, and I said outta nowhere "what a piece of shit" and everyone looked at me, and I didn't even mean to say it, but I couldn't stop, I kept bad mouthing it, and the guy was like dumbfounded and pissed off. Worse yet the guy knew Tim, and he was trying to show Tim how cool it was, and here's me slamming the shit out of his car... I felt horrible. Then we walked off, and Tim was like "that's the rudest, stupidest thing you've ever done" and for some reason, i knew that, but I was like "he deserved it, his car was shit" and I couldnt' stop insulting it, I was out of control... I don't know what happened... oh well, I was glad it was just a dream when I woke up.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:6655</id>
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    <title>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Kill Bill!!!</title>
    <published>2004-04-17T00:58:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-17T00:58:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kill Bill soundtrack (in my head anyway...)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">YES!  It was SO FREAKING SWEET.  I'm not going to tell any secrets, cause I know Antony and John will be seeing it, and everyone should.  All i have to say is I've never been more drawn into a movie.  I think they should be looking at this not as an action film, but as an Oscar Winner.  And with that, I go draw Uma looking awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to thank Ariel publically for her awesome anniversary presents, which are a journal that has been meticulously filled out about how I'm the best by her, the FLCL Groundwork book, and Copic multi liners, the best inking pens this world has to offer.  Thanks honey!  I love you!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:6346</id>
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    <title>Today is the day</title>
    <published>2004-04-16T16:38:27Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-16T16:38:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tomoyasu Hotei - The Battle without Honor or humanity</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've waited 7 long months for this day. Since the destruction of the Crazy 88, O'ren Ishii, and vernita green we have hungered for more revenge, more death, more of the bride. Today we receive what we've wished for, a whole lot more Uma and a whole lot more carnage. Today we battle again, today we get our revenge, today, we kill bill!&lt;/p&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:5949</id>
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    <title>hmm</title>
    <published>2004-04-16T03:24:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-16T03:24:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it has been 2.5 hours since any one of my friends have updated.  And so I post.  That is all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:5880</id>
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    <title>crap</title>
    <published>2004-04-16T01:43:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-16T01:43:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Styx- too much time on my hands</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So the guardrail isn't working, big surprise, but everything else on my project has been going fine.  This is after 11 hours of work... heh... oh well.  I now have 2 hours to get my ass to the library to turn in the cobra event, which I will have to pay a  $ .40 late fee on, I doubt I will make it.  I am tarnishing my mother's reputation at the library...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:5434</id>
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    <title>Don't bring me down</title>
    <published>2004-04-16T00:13:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-16T00:13:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Asia- Heat of the moment</lj:music>
    <content type="html">1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: ...parameters of any active grid using...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?: 3ds max user reference guide volume 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?: Chapelle's Show Tuesday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: WITHOUT LOOKING, what time is it? 5:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?: 5:05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?: 80s music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: When did you last step outside? what were you doing?: like 20 minutes ago when we fired Kirk's paintball gun at 20 rounds per second seeing if we could get the trigger to bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?: the landscape I'm building in 3DS max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: What are you wearing?: my baggy volcoms, Alpha Chi Omega shirt, and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Did you dream last night? When are we not dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: When did you last laugh? a lil bit ago when I watched some guy get pummelled by 200 paintballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?: crown molding, a clock, and a drawing of Asuka I did in 9th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: Seen anything weird lately?: What Kelly said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: What do you think of this quiz?: it's getting boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: What is the last film you saw?: Dawn of the Dead I think, correct me if I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?:Subaru WRX STi, then a Mitsubishi Evo to beat the shit out of in front of Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: Tell me something about you that I don't know: Since I talk to my girlfriend on AIM so much, I have dreams about us talking on AIM/phone rather than actually being together &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?: Make it so the only people allowed to drive are Ariel, Tony, and me.  (okay John can drive too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: Do you like to dance?: Of course I do!  I'm not good at it, but I wish I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?: My first kid will be a guy, but Porsche Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?: Damian Danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: Would you ever consider living abroad?:  Of course, who could pass up a chance to become an Option drifter in japan!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:5208</id>
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    <title>Fatburger</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T17:52:09Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-15T17:56:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>RATM - Guerilla Radio</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'll have a big fat deal, turkey burger with an extra patty, cheese, no onions pickles, relish or mustard with skinny fries, no,upgrade to onion rings please.  That'll be 8.12.  Out of 10 thank you, here's your change, and your name sir?  Kyle, all right your order should be up soon, here's your drink.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:4930</id>
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    <title>yeesh</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T17:07:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-15T17:07:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Alice Cooper - No more mr nice guy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">glad that this is all over... livejournals are very weird things.  So today I am adopting the daunting task modeling the landscape for my senior project.  I have to make the road, the guardrail, and the foliage surrounding it.  Then I have to place 8 cameras and map 1 trajectory chaser cam.  Wahoo.  Then I just need to figure out how to get the wheels to a car spin as the car is moving... there's a car wheel constraint in the program, but I don't know how to get it to work...</content>
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    <title>techno is awesome</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T05:30:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-15T05:30:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DJ GT- Voices of Summer 2003</lj:music>
    <content type="html">John will comment on this post.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trance is cool music.  I like how I've been listening to the same song for about an hour now.  That is all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:4094</id>
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    <title>eBlade</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T04:44:05Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-15T04:44:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DJ GT- Voices of summer 2003</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Paintball is sweet.  Nothing says manly like going out in the woods and shooting your fellow man.  But there's more to paintball than that.  It has become the techno geek's sport too!  My little brother is so far into paintball now I think he's actually going to be in shape cause he plays it that much.  But that's beside the point.  Kirk just got an eBlade electronic trigger for his autococker, and with this modification and his other modifications, he can do 40 cycles a second, that's Amaaaaaaazing.  It's so fast that they don't really make a hopper that goes that fast.  But the coolest part about it is the noise.  You turn it on then just start walking (jargon for hitting the trigger while alternating which finger hits it to hit it twice as fast) the trigger, and it's like clickclickclickclickclickclick, it's addicting.  The real shame is you go through batteries like mad, 1 9 volt only lasts 2 hours....</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:3698</id>
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    <title>Old men are gross</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T02:33:56Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-15T02:33:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">THere is a creepy ass mofo commenting on my lovely girlfriend's journal.  He is a 35 year old man in the hentai yaoi livejournal community, and he wants Ariel.  I really wish arguing on the internet was worthwhile, cause I wanna sock it to this guy.  I think he needs to take his wrinkly old penis and chop it off, then drown in a lake.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:3501</id>
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    <title>The 80s are the best decade.</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T01:13:03Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-15T01:13:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Simple Minds - Don't Forget about me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Not only was it the decade that brought me into the world (and Ariel) the 80s were a decade filled with booming american economy, amazing synthesized music, friggin awesome haircuts, and clothing brighter than the surface of the sun.  The entire decade was unbelievably disposable, from the thousands of one hit wonders (The austrailian group Big country's single "In a Big Country" from the album Big Country) to Jelly shoes.  Thousands of sitcoms rose and fell, and egos in the country could not have been higher.  I thank VH1 for recognizing the coolest decade ever, and I'll be damned if heaven isn't Ferris Bueler's Day Off plus Duran Duran live with a reunited Flock of Seagulls playing forever.</content>
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    <title>i have a new favorite clothing store.</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T00:31:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">So Hayley enlightened me and my fashion sense today at Bell Square when we were lookin for Ariel's presents.  We are walking over to Express, and what do you know, there's EXPRESS FOR MEN.  HOLY CRAP!  All of the clothes were insane, it was like my store, upscale, pink, sexy, soooOooOoOoooo amazing.  It was pretty expensive, but nothing I wasn't used to.  They had awesome tshirts that I need to get and everything was so comfy.  The jeans are all gorgeous and I was going through the store shouting I need this and that and that and that and everything!!!!!!!  Caramba it was intense.</content>
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    <title>I blame it on the rain that was fallin...</title>
    <published>2004-04-14T15:36:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-14T15:36:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So we've been having just amazing weather the past few days, but alas, the minute we start getting into spring break WHAM it rains.  Grumble grumble grumble...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:2681</id>
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    <title>just lay off dammit</title>
    <published>2004-04-14T07:05:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-14T07:05:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish all the sorry ass fuckers who didn't have girlfriends would stop bitching about the guys who do.  Just cause we get more tail then they do doesn't mean they have to give us a hard time.  I just wish Tim would shut up about stuff, I don't see why he has to make such a big deal out of it...  oh well, fuck it, he's the one who's going to come home to a dorm room with a scrunchie on the door every fucking day, I'll see how he likes it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and reasons why the STi is better than the Evo:  More power, more torque, variable center diff, active yaw controls, BBS rims, which are better than Enkei, it doesn't look like a stupid lancer, it has nicer seats, a better steering wheel, oh it looks better, the engine is cooler, it's faster, it handles better, it outclasses the Evo in every aspect but 0-60, only cause the STi has to shift to 3rd during the test because of its BADASS close ratio tranny.  So suck it.  The STi is better.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyleseyz:2320</id>
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    <title>good good morning</title>
    <published>2004-04-13T16:55:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-13T16:55:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Happy Hardcore - Eye opener</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ahhhh Tuesday.  Hopefully today Tim and I are gonna go look at motorcycles.  Maybe we'll also go to the Subaru dealer... heh heh.  The episode of Orange County Choppers last night was great.  I really like how Campo busted his ass on making the statue's face, but they probably aren't going to use it.  The whole copper plating thing is a good idea, but sometimes I feel like they could be taking it to another level... then that DaVinci guy comes in with another kickass carbuerator and all hope is regained.  Anyhoo I like motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thikn I'm gonna design one in Max... wahoo I'm out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and Kill Bill V.1 comes out on DVD today.  Amazing.  I can't wait to watch it again and again, but wait htere's more, FRIDAY VOLUME 2 COMES OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I love my life</content>
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    <title>anal sex</title>
    <published>2004-04-13T04:31:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-13T04:31:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lucky Boys Confusion - Bossman</lj:music>
    <content type="html">actually it's not about that, but we did talk about it tonight, at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson I learned tonight: Don't give Antony a gun.  Even if it's an airsoft or a cap gun.  He enjoys it too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a good thing this journal is.. I can use it to write a story or an anectdote, then just paste the link rather than typing it 1 fucking million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went "shoppin" with Tony Kelly and Antony for Jamie's birthday present.  jamie is Kelly's sister, and Antony has a crush on her.  So we hit up Target, which is amazing, I had a big ol icee and popcorn, then went straight to the toy aisles to look at JDM Hot Wheels cars.  After pointing out the millions of flaws in the cars just to piss antony off, tony decided to buy a couple and we headed to the center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with john, who is definitely the funniest human alive, as he finished his shift in Eddie Bauer.  We then laughed and talked for awhile like kids do, and then had dinner at Red Robin, wherein they forgot the guacamole on John's guacafuckinmole burger... bastards, but it was cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to Tony's house after John split with us, and that's when Antony found the airsoft guns, and he just looked fascinated.  Oh and Kelly couldn't stop admitting her total boredness at the fact she wasn't getting any from Tony.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then we went into the wine cellar tony's dad is puttin together, which is awesome.  It's under the ground in Tony's 6 foot tall crawl space, and has a gazillion bottles of wine.  Right now the only way in is on a cheap-o ladder, but soon it'll have an elevator.  Why, you ask?  Cause Tony's dad has a Shelby Series one in the garage, that's why.  So anyways on the way up, Antony killed all the lights and tony got on the ladder at the same time as me, and it began to lose it, so Tony grabbed onto my l/?GT  heh, at this point I decided to let the world know Tony was groping me, and Kelly fliped shit!  It was friggin awesome, she got all mad and was gonna give Tony a talking to and me a beatdown.  So then she made us go home and we were talking about the one thing we wanted to do before we die and Kelly missed where I live cause she's a nutty driver, oh well, night kids.  &amp;lt;--- heh that's a racing team in Initial D</content>
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